Tyler has no idea what he's doing with his life.

He's poor, his job sucks, he lives in a shitty apartment, his neighbor is a drunk, and he has absolutely no friends. Unless you want to count that drunk neighbor who he occasionally talks to.

Besides that, Tyler's all by himself. Nights are the worst, they're the most lonely. He's been longing for someone to take care of him for a while now, someone that could not only support him financially but someone that would love him.

He'd never thought he'd resort to the internet, but it seems like the only hope.

Currently, he's sitting on his ugly green couch, scrolling through profiles on makeanarrangement.com. (Yes, it's real. I did my research for this.) There are a ton of attractive men, all older than Tyler by at least ten years. He doesn't mind.

One profile in particular catches his eye. The man's name is Josh Dun. There is absolutely no information about himself in his bio, which is different from everyone else. The photo of himself is hot as hell, Tyler is already in love. He also makes a lot, a lot of money per year. It's just what Tyler needs.

Tyler: Hey.

He mentally curses at himself. Should he have said something else? Maybe like "hey my name's tyler" or would that be stupid? After all, Josh could go to his profile and figure it out himself. When he gets no answer in five minutes, he sets his phone down. Josh is probably just busy doing whatever it is rich men do.

But suddenly, Tyler's phone buzzes. It's him.

Josh: Hello. I take it you're interested?

No shit.

Tyler: Yeah.

Josh: Alright.

Josh: First things first, would you be willing to have sex with me?

Tyler wants to giggle like a schoolgirl, this all feels so strange to him. Is this really happening right now? And so suddenly?

Tyler: Maybe. I'd like to get to know you first, if that's okay.

Josh: I understand. You also must know that I work long hours. Mon-Fri, 7am-4pm.

Tyler: That's alright.

Tyler doesn't actually know how much he likes that. He doesn't want to feel lonely anymore.

Josh: And just so you know, I love coffee.

He's smiling now, reading the message over and over even though it didn't mean anything important. Josh loves coffee, he loves making coffee.

Tyler: I make great coffee.

Josh: Which Starbucks do you work at?

Tyler: The one by Target on 4th street.

Josh: When's your next shift?

Tyler: Tomorrow from noon to four.

Josh: Would you like me to take you out for dinner so we can discuss things further?

Tyler chuckles, feeling like he's reading over an essay written by an English teacher. Maybe that was just what Josh was used to, being a CEO and all.

Tyler: That sounds great. Could we stop by my apartment so I can change out of my work clothes?

Josh: Of course. See you shortly after 4.

Tyler: See you.

Tyler drops his phone beside him, staring at the blank wall in front of him. His mouth is hanging open in shock, he's still trying to process everything. This is really happening.

This is really happening!

He can't believe it. By this time tomorrow he will be eating dinner with Josh. He has to tell somebody, even if it's just his dumb neighbor.

Tyler knocks hard, hearing music playing from inside. It gets shut off, and Tyler is greeted by the droopy-eyed man.

"Tylerrr! What's up, man?" He slurs, so obviously drunk at 6 in the afternoon.

"Hey, Brendon. Can I come in?"

He smiles, leaning against the door frame to keep himself up. "Suuure! I could use a friend."

Tyler wants to tell him that they aren't friends, just neighbors, but he decides against it. As much as he didn't want to believe it, Brendon was the closest thing he had to a friend.

He enters the house, not minding that Brendon relies on him to hold himself up. They walk to the couch together, sitting in front of the muted television. Tyler ignores the empty beer cans on the table. He focuses on Brendon's dilated eyes instead.

"So, what's up?" The older man asks, kicking his feet up on the dirty coffee table. As ungrateful as Tyler is for his apartment, at least it doesn't look like Brendon's.

"I came over here to tell you that I have a date tomorrow." Tyler doesn't know if he should consider it a date, but he doesn't know a better-fitting word.

"You do?! Maaan! That's awesome!" Brendon genuinely looks happy for him. Tyler found himself smiling.

"Yeah, his name is Josh. I'm hoping he'll be able to take me away from this place."

Brendon's smile drops into a frown. Tyler watches his eyes fill with tears, confused. What did he say wrong?

"You're leaving me?" Brendon asks in a broken voice, immediately followed by sobs.

It takes all the strength in Tyler to not leave right then and there. It was stupid for him to come over. Brendon always ends up crying over something dumb.

"Brendon, it's okay. You lived here before I even moved in, remember? And you were just fine then," Tyler tries to reassure him, awkwardly patting his back.

"That was be-before!" The man sobs, clutching onto Tyler as if he were a buoy and Brendon was trying to stay afloat.

"Before what?" Tyler sighs. He's uncomfortable, wants to go home. But he can't just leave Brendon like this.

"Before... Before he le-left me!" Brendon breaks out in another fit of sobs. Tyler tries not to think about how great it'll be to not feel like it's his job to look after Brendon.

"Before who left you?"

This happens every time Tyler visits. Every. Time. Brendon starts crying over some guy that had left him three years ago, then refuses to talk about it. Tyler tries not to be too annoyed, Brendon is lonely just like he is.

"N-No one! Just go home."

He doesn't have to be told twice. He gets up and leaves without another word, the music being cranked up behind him. With a relieved sigh, he closes the door to his own apartment. It's much calmer here, the music is barely audible.

Tyler picks up his phone to check if he had any messages from Josh. He doesn't, which disappoints him more than he would like to admit. It's boring at his house. He has no cable or Wi-Fi, having to use data for his phone. He can't afford anything else.

Tyler does what he usually does when he's bored, he gets in bed. It's cold and stiff, but provides some comfort like he wanted. His apartment is quiet, so quiet.

And just like that, he's lonely again.

__A/N__

My ass is snatched

This story gets real good real fast and I can honestly say I think this is the best fic I've ever written